mon cherié -benjamin pavard
summary: both you and benjamin are insufferably stubborn,which makes this “hot and cold” situation unbearable. if destiny wants to see you together,who is gonna be the first one to stop acting like you hate each other?
author’s note: thank you for all your support and requests so far! this is the longest piece i wrote so far and i really put my heart and energy into this one. let me know what do you think <3
word count: 2,5 k
warnings: angst,betrayal and mentions of cheating
What is it about us that we always want something we can’t have? Or someone. I had never craved anyone’s attention like this before. Not until I met him.
He was always there,yet so far out of my reach. Almost like a toy you will reach for at top shelves in stores. Unreachable for me. I never knew where I stood with him. One thing was sure- he was the one. He had to be. If not him,then who? I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. No amount of love movies could ever prepare me for that fatal attraction. Nothing compares to experiencing that moment. Destiny wanted us together,but did you?
From that moment on, he was the last thing I would have on my mind before going to sleep. It even got to a point where I couldn’t even escape him while I was sleeping. And when I wasn’t seeing him in my dreams,I would daydream about him. Not that I would ever admit that to him. I was too proud to do it. Eventually,that would cost us time we could already spend together.
As the time went by, I was convinced that falling for someone this hard is a form of self- destruction.It just had to be. Raw feelings and this catastrophic timing made the most painful combination. How is it even possible to love someone that much without really knowing them? I just saw right through you. For what you really are, and I still love every single part of you. Even flaws. That’s what made you so irresistible. Some said that’s because I had a savior complex and you needed to be “saved”.
The truth is- I needed you. Needed to be saved by your love. If anything,I loved your flaws more than anything. You wouldn’t be who you are without them. You desperately wanted to give off the impression of someone mysterious to everyone else and always leave them wondering. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? What are you really like? Do you have someone? What rumors about you are true? For a good period of time,those rumors left me wondering too.
I scrolled through her post and it wasn’t because I was envious. The only thing I want for you is to be happy,even if it doesn’t include me. At least that’s what I was trying to convince myself. It worked for awhile. It got draining eventually and I was trying my best to hide it. I felt so pathetic for crying over someone who probably doesn’t even think about me. Why would you? I clearly did my best to push you away from me. We were never friends,but certainly not this either. How did it even come to this? From sitting together in classes and making jokes to not being able to stand each other.
I had to contradict everything you said. For some reason,even though you were shy,you always had something to say about everything. Truthfully,sometimes everyone found it frustrating. What did you wanna prove? It seemed like you wanted to be a teachers pet and always be against everyone else because you are above us. Straight A’s,tall,good-looking,popular among girls.. Even your football career seemed to be going in the right direction. What else is there to prove really?
Once again,I saw right through your facade. You wanted approval from others,which is something you always seek. Maybe not actively,but you love to feel accepted. You loved to make people laugh,but honestly, nothing about this situation was funny at all. Maybe destiny doesn’t wanna see us together after all.
Where did it all take a wrong turn for us? If „we“ ever were a thing after all. Everyone noticed the way we looked at each other. Self-proclaimed enemies don't look at each other with lust in their eyes. If I had to point out one specific event, it would be the moment where I comforted you about one of the rumors that was going around.
Not because I wanted to humiliate you or find out the truth so everyone can gossip about it and talk behind your back, just like they always do. Some nice „friends“ you have. It was because I wanted to let you know I'm not that naive to believe everything I hear or read.
And most importantly- to let you know I'm here for you. Someone you can rely on, shoulder to cry. I see you and your good heart. Your good intentions. The rumor has it that you were sending inappropriate texts to some girls while you were with that girl. There was no way anyone would want to hurt her, especially not you. She looks beautiful and kind, she probably gives you butterflies. I was having sleepless nights over thinking about how to bring that up, but let's face it-that's not something you just casually bring up in random conversation. Who in their right mind would just ask „Hey, did you send these inappropriate messages to girls while you had a girlfriend? „
Nobody, except for me. I was waiting for an opportunity to ask you about this for days, weeks even. Nothing seemed like the right time to ask you about it and I wanted it to be as natural as possible. Somehow, after all that overthinking, I brought it up in the most idiotic way possible.
I noticed you were walking home alone after school and stopped you. After so many years, I still don't know what got into me. All I know is that I suddenly felt like my heart was in my throat. Even though I was practicing what to say in the mirror so many times, I went completely off the script.
Not the first time we have been off the script, is it?
„Hey, can I just show you something if you have a second?”
„Of course, what is it?”
„Uhm, I don't know are you aware, but they are talking about how you were sending some questionable messages to a lot of girls.”
„Wait, what?”
„So you don't know? There are screenshots going around…”
„I have to go or I will be late for a game, but if you can, please send me those screenshots.”
„Good luck and I will.”
„Thank you. „
This definetly felt wrong. It felt like I was interrogating you for a „crime“ that has no correlation to me whatsoever. It wasn't my place to ask you that, but since I already did, I had to proceed with it and send you screenshots.
Nothing for hours.
Followed by „seen at 3:27 am“.
That's what happens when you go off the script,but that's life. We can't retake this scene and try again.
Now it's up to you to decide what comes next. At the very least, you could've thanked me for letting you know, but no. Radio silence at your end.
After that conversation, I wouldn't even consider us „enemies“. I would consider ourselves as strangers because, at the end of the day, that is what we are. Who was I fooling? I will never know what you are thinking, who you are when you are alone at night with your thoughts. My friends noticed that you were looking at me every time I looked away from you. They didn’t know about our conversation, but even then, they knew you looked like you were so desperate to say something. Still no progress and let's face it- there will never be one.
It's not like I didn't try to occupy myself with other things, other people. All of my attempts worked out only for a short amount of time. Not suprising considering they never left significant mark on my life. Looking back on it, I should've risk it, confess it to you and risk a rejection. It couldn't be that bad if it happened sooner, right? They say time heals open wounds of a broken heart, but what would be a medicine for however you wanna describe this? All my friends are tired of hearing of how much I miss you and I got sick of thinking about you all the time. It almost felt pathetic.
I needed something, well someone to get you off my mind. Funnily enough, my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, looked very similiar to you. It's safe to say I have a type. Brown eyes and curly brown hair. Very predictable of me. If I only predicted that so called replacements don't work out. If anything, that cheap version of you only made my life even more miserable with constant lying and gaslighting.
To make the whole story more embarassing, he broke up with me right before Christmas and ruined my favorite time of the year. Looking back on it, it was a blessing in disguise. There is just one thing I will forever regret if you put aside the fact that I endured his gaslighting for months. He was my first kiss and just looking back on it makes me physically ill. It's such a repulsive memory. Thanks God I complemently blocked that out of my memory.
On the other hand, I don't think he will block you out of his memory because he was also one of those that were envious of you, your talent, popularity and attractivness. Imagine if he knew he was your supossed replacement… Failed to even be the mediocre version of himself. He is free to add me on the list of girls who he didn't satisfy in any way. Not to wish bad upon anyone, but he doesn’t deserve to feel happiness after what he has done. Not to mention he most likely cheated too because I saw him with other girl on new year's party. Dissapointing but normal procedure by his standards.
Wanna hear something that is not a normal procedure in our story? Him sitting next to me in bus on our week long school trip. In the middle of the night as well. Everyone were asleep except few of us. I didn’t even notice him at first because I was got lost in my thoughts while looking through window. Night was so peaceful and you could see stars since sky was so clear, not a single cloud in the sight. He tapped my shoulder to get my attention and I just assumed it's one of my friends that was sitting behind me.
„Do you mind if I sit here? „
„No, go ahead. „
„It's a bit crowded back there so I hope you don't mind that I came. „
„It's okay, don't worry. „
„Why are you awake? „
„I could ask you the same thing. „
„I asked you first. „
„And you came to my seat so your rules don't apply here, monsieur . „
„Monsieur? I'm not that old,mademoiselle”
„Sorry, your dark cicrles are telling me a different story. „
„Hey, no need for that. „
„I'm just kidding, but seriously, why are you awake?“
„Because I can't fall asleep. „
„Really? „
„Really. That's why I'm here. „
„Huh? Am I supossed to tuckle you in and tell you a goodnight story? „
„I mean, if you want to… „
„Just go to sleep. „
„That's very rude of you, mon cherié. „
„What did you say? „
„Hm? Nothing, you are hearing stuff. „
„Goodnight then. „
„Goodnight. „
Well, that was suprising. His presence and the smell of his perfume were so comforting. It was almost like I needed him to fall asleep peacefully. To be more exact, it seemed like he needed me too.
Why are we each others safe place when all we do is bring chaos into each others lives?
Overthinking hit me again while he was leaning more and more towards me. This probbably doesn’t mean anything, but I would've lied if I said this isn't gonna disturb me. I was finally moving on and then this had to happen? How convinient.
„Sometimes I was conviced you are doing this on puprose. What else could it be? I just wanted you to make up your mind and put both of us out of this misery. I was hoping I will never ever come across you after high school. „
„I'm sorry, but that will never work out for you. Your shoulder probabbly went numb because I was all over you, I'm sorry. „
„Not just that, you were also drooling in your sleep. „
„That's embarassing. I hope nobody saw it. „
„Not only did they see you, they took pictures too. „
„Put that in a frame. But jokes aside, why did it took us so long? „
„Maybe because both of us are so insufferably stubborn? „
„That's what makes it more fun. „
„Suffering back then wasn't that fun, to be honest. „
„If this is suffering, then I wanna suffer forever with you. „
„Wow, so romantic of you. „
„Why are you rolling your eyes? I'm being serious. „
„It's just a natural reaction when I see you. „
„Are you thinking what I'm thinking or? „
„Oh stop winking at me and be serious for once. „
„Sorry, what were you saying? „
„I was about to say that I will never forgive you that you will never be my first kiss. „
„What?? I thought I was special? You are such a traitor. „
„Turns out you weren't the only one that was drooling over me. „
„Just so you know, that kiss doesn’t count. „
„So which one does? „
„This one. „
And he was right. That is the only that will ever matter.
wow taylor really wrote this about them…
like adults — mm
AUTHOR: last part guys
SUMMARY: two people who meet again are destined to be, aren’t they?
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, pregnancy
PART I - PART II
“Oh fucking hell…” you moaned, your hand gripping tightly Mason’s hair as his head stayed between your legs which threatened to close around it, but his strong arms kept them apart. It was just eight in the morning but Mason didn’t seem to be having a single care in the world. The moment his eyes opened he was already going down on you. And who were you to deny him of his wish? You surely didn’t mind. Mason dragged his skillful tongue over your folds, his nose nudging against your clit whenever he’d slip it in your entrance. You whined, feeling a coil forming in your stomach.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you.” He winked at you beneath the sheets, although you were way too hot for them now. Mason ate you out as if you were his breakfast, probably because you were. Your head fell backwards on the pillows, not able to keep the eye contact with him. You were seeing stars, wondering how you could have gone without this for two years. He was such a good distraction, maybe too good since you didn’t even hear when the front door opened and part of his family got inside.
“Mase, yes fuck y-”
“Uncle Mase!” You let out a loud yelp, pulling yourself away from Mason who got hit by one of your legs as you tried to cover yourself up as quickly as possible. His niece stood on the threshold of his room door, his sister right behind her laughing. Mason put on an embarrassed yet cheeky smile whilst you buried yourself in the sheets.
“Hey, baby. What are you two doing here? At eight in the morning?” You sensed a bit of irony in his tone. Mason looked at his niece and then back at his sister, the back of his hand wiping his mouth and chin as he gathered himself. It wasn’t unusual to see him shirtless but you definitely weren’t used to lay around in a thin see through shirt of his when his family was around.
“You said you’d take care of Summer for the day, remember? I have that school trip with the other little monster.” Jaz was still trying to hide the smirk on her face, finding this whole situation very amusing. You sat up, pulling your sheets to cover your torso even though you were wearing a shirt it was way too see through. Summer didn’t seem to understand the situation since she had this wide smile on her lips whilst she tried to climb on the bed.
“Yea yea, sorry. Hey baby, how about you and mommy wait for us in the living room? I bought you that doll you liked so much and it’s in that room.” Mason managed to stop her niece from getting into bed with us which would have only made things worse considering you weren’t wearing anything besides the shirt and Mason was in his underwear as well. Jazmine shot him a glare when she heard his words, she believed her brother spoiled her kids too much but you knew that was just Mason being Mason. He liked making gifts, to you, to his family, to his niece, to his friends. It was part of his love language. Jaz took Summer and closed the door, not before throwing you a knowing wink. You sighed and let yourself fall back on the bed.
“I’m sorry I forgot they were coming over.” He apologized, leaning in to kiss your lips. You shrugged your shoulders, you didn’t mind being with Summer, you loved the kid. You just wished they hadn’t walked in on you in that moment, making things so much more awkward.
“It’s okay, it was just embarrassing.” You giggled out of nervousness. Mason pecked your lips again and again, until you were making out in his bed. He could get very handsy whilst kissing, that was why you weren’t surprised when his fingers began to travel down your stomach and between your legs.
“Mase… We’ve got to go, your niece is waiting for us.” You warned him closing your legs, you weren’t going to enjoy it after the events of the morning and knowing they were just a few rooms away. Mason sighed and retracted his hand, resting his forehead on yours before getting up. You giggled when he took your underwear with him, using it as a bracelet and walking in his bathroom. He could be such a child sometimes. As you laid on Mason’s bed you couldn’t help but think back to the events of the past weeks: after Summer’s birthday party, which didn’t end as tragically as you had anticipated but only with Mason and Rúben a step away from throwing hands, you had taken a few days to think back to whatever had happened. That conversation in Jaz’s kitchen, Mason’s glares and behavior, your emotions and feelings. There was no use in hiding you had missed him and his family, but you needed to talk things out, you couldn’t make the same mistake again. Most of your plan was thrown out the window when he answered his front door in nothing but his sweats. All of this happened a week ago.
“Do you have any plans for today?” Mason asked whilst putting on a sweater, whilst you spat the toothpaste in the sink. It was a random Thursday and he had the day off work. He leaned against the door watching your every move as you dried off your mouth and hands.
“Yea, I promised Rúben I’d pick Eddie up from school.” You explained walking back in the room, grabbing your clothes. You didn’t need to turn around to see Mason had probably rolled his eyes back at the mention of your friend’s name. Even after the previous events of the past week he still wasn’t very fond of Rúben. Not that you expected him to but part of you hoped he would eventually.
“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend or does he like stealing mine?” Mason commented and you widened your eyes at his statement. Girlfriend? You hadn’t really talked about getting back together but you couldn’t really blame him for thinking that. Mason read the surprise and discomfort on your face.
“Sorry, too soon. I’ll be down cooking breakfast.” He pecked your lips before getting out of his room. You could hear Summer giggling as Mason probably entered the room. You sighed and free fell on his bed again. So many thoughts, so many questions. What were you doing anyway? You cursed under your breath before standing up and joining them downstairs.
“You’ve got to be kidding me now…” Mason groaned, brushing a hand through his hair. You bit down onto your bottom lip, realizing you could have phrased it ten times better but there was little to no good way to put it.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d ask.” You explained as you watched him putting his shorts back on and fixing his shirt. It had all started when Mason asked you to come to his practice, telling you some of his teammates’ girlfriends and relatives were coming as well. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed watching him train and you were lucky enough to have the Friday afternoon off work. Of course Mason was incapable of behaving when you were around so halfway through the training he asked you to meet him in the locker rooms. The rest of his team was still outside, taking a small break. You knew Mason’s real intentions the minute you stepped inside that room.
“Fuck… Will you come to the ceremony with me tomorrow night?” He had asked a few minutes after sex. You froze on the spot, moving your attention onto something else like cleaning yourself up as Mason tucked himself back in his boxers. He looked ravishing: with his freshly cut hair, naked arms showing his few tattoos and those shorts you loved because of how well they hugged his thighs. You really didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“I can’t— Mason looked at you in confusion. He knew you had no plans for tomorrow night— Rúben asked me a while ago...” And that was why you were currently in this situation of a raging Mason. The Portuguese player had told you about this silly ceremony a few weeks earlier and you had agreed on being his plus one, knowing Eddie was going to be there as well you didn’t mind help him out with his son if he happened to be needed on stage.
“It’s always fucking Rúben here and there. Why doesn’t he get a fucking nanny or a girlfriend so he can stop annoying us?” Mason was mad. Really mad. The kind of mad you had seen a few times. You knew how much he didn’t like your friendship with Rúben but he had to deal with it because you loved him and his son too much to cut off the friendship.
“I’m sorry, okay? But he asked me first, I can’t bail on him last minute, Mase. Plus we will see each other at the ceremony. It’s not like I’m there as his girlfriend.” You really shouldn’t have said that. Mason’s eyes lit up with an anger and passion you hadn’t seen before. You still hadn’t discussed the whole girlfriend and boyfriend thing, you were postponing the inevitable and you knew it.
“It’s not like you would have come as my girlfriend either, is it? Sometimes I feel like you just want me for sex…” his tone got softer as he spoke the last sentence. Your mouth opened and closed as you took in his admission. Did he really feel this way? Silence fell upon the two of you. It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what to say, you were too scared of hurting him even more. Mason looked at you briefly before grabbing his water bottle.
“I’ll see you after practice.”
Mason couldn’t focus properly for the rest of the training. He couldn’t take his mind off the idea that maybe he was putting more effort than you into this relationship. He even dryly laughed to himself a couple times as he realized he was thinking of you two as a couple when you didn’t even allow him yet to ask you to get back together. Maybe he was too head over heels for you to realize that things hadn’t changed, that you were there but he could’ve never got a hold of you. It hurt him, it fucking hurt him to see you so close yet so far away. Was it going to work out for the two of you this time? Or was he going to get his heart broken again? As he occasionally glanced at you talking to Jorginho's wife his heart skipped a bit. He had hated himself for two years for still loving you just as much as the first time. He hadn't been able to forget you nor hate you, he had needed you like air and now that you were back in his arms he would've done anything to not let go of you again. But did things even change since the las time?
"Meet me at the bar after dinner, okay?" you smiled at Mason whose hands were resting on your hips, a cute pout on his lips as he had to leave you into the arms of Ruben. You didn't know how but you had managed to calm him down, promising him to meet up once supper was over. Mason still wasn't very fond of the idea of you with another man but he had to deal with it. He was old enough to know when to let go of things that didn't really matter. Mason pecked your lips briefly.
"You look gorgeous." he whispered against your lips, Ruben not even paying attention to the two of you as he looked at his son. You blushed and kissed him again. You still hadn't grown used to Mason's kisses, in fact, they were never enough for you.
"You look good too, Mase." you replied letting go of your handsome... What? You still didn't know. Sometimes it was funny to think that neither of you had problems with exchanging effusions in public but still refused to talk about where you stood in this situation. Mason watched you get into Ruben's rented car, the driver keeping the door open for the three of you. Jealousy made his stomach twist and turn but he swallowed his pride and put on a fake smile as he watched you leave. It was going to be a long night.
"Eddie, come sit on my lap, daddy needs to eat." you took the little boy from Ruben's arms. The Portuguese player shot you a grateful glance. The night had been going smoothly, Eddie wanting to be either on his dad's or your lap. You didn't really mind though. You sat among other Manchester City players, such as Jack Grealish and his girlfriend Madison, Phil Foden and his family and Kevin De Bruyne with his wife Michelle. You knew them all, especially Jack who was the one to introduce to all of them.
"You're so sweet to him. Sometimes you look like his mom.” Madison told you as she lovingly watched you play with Eddie. You faked a smile and brought your attention back to the little boy. You loved him to death but even with this whole situation you never had the desire to become a mother. Sometimes you had thought about it, though about how it would feel to become one but you never liked the idea.
“Rúbes, c’mere. You got sauce on your lip.” You laughed as you wiped the sauce off his mouth. The Portuguese winked at you as a thank you and returned to his conversation with Phil.
“Are you sure there’s nothing between you and Rúben? I see a lot of chemistry going on.” Madison smirked at you after seeing that little scene. You giggled, blushing. You loved Rúben but as a friend and nothing more.
“Daddy likes her.” Eddie joined the conversation which made the two of you burst into laughter. As you enjoyed the rest of the dinner accompanied by laughters and jokes, someone else couldn’t say the same. Mason sat a few tables away from you, next to Kai and his girlfriend, Kepa and his fiancé and Jorginho with his wife. He couldn’t focus for more than three minutes on the conversations because his attention was always drawn back to you. He had seen that little exchange with Rúben, which he didn’t enjoy at all and how you held Eddie had his stomach twisting. You looked so beautiful.
“I don’t want to be noisy but didn’t you guys get back together? Why is she with the Manchester City guys?” Kepa asked as he noticed his teammate and friend glaring at your table every second. Mason looked at him and sighed but before he could answer Jorginho did it for him.
“Because she’s Días’ personal baby sitter and our friend here is too scared to make a move.” Mason shot his teammate a glare. He knew Jorginho wasn’t entirely wrong: he was scared to officially ask you to get back together because he wasn’t so sure you’d agree. Mason hated seeing you with Rúben and he hated even more how comfortable you appeared when you were around him and his son. He had lost the count of the times he had pictured himself in that position.
“Shut up. We’re taking it slow.” Mason answered Kepa’s question who sensed his friend was tense enough and decided to stop questioning the situation. It was already messy and complicated, last thing he wanted was to rile his friend up even more.
“Yea, she’s definitely taking it tonight from Días.” Jorginho joked again, enjoying pissing his teammate off. His wife, Alicia, slapped the back of his head which made him finally shut up after a glare shot by Mason. The Chelsea player took a look at his watch: dinner was almost over and he was itching to stand up and get to the bar to be with you.
“Ooh Mason Mount? I see you got your hands full, haven’t you?” Madison giggled sipping on her wine. You had told her about your little situation with the Chelsea player. You smiled, glancing to the just mentioned man who was laughing at something Kai had said. He was so beautiful. The type of beauty you couldn’t see very often, the type of beauty that made your lips smile, the type of beauty that could make you fall in love with just a look.
“Y/N… Hug!” Eddie took your attention when he threw himself at you, his short arms wrapping around your neck as he pulled you impossibly closer. Rúben turned around once he realized his son wasn’t next to him anymore and smiled at the view. He was so glad to have a friend like you in his life, someone who loved Eddie almost as much as he did.
“Okay Spiderman, let go of y/n. She has to talk to some friends now.” Rúben freed you of his son’s grip when he saw Mason approaching your table. You mouthed him a thank you before standing up and joining Mason for a drink. Mason kept his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd towards the bar.
“How's your evening going, handsome?" You asked him after ordering you two a round of drinks. He took a deep breath, this type of ceremonies weren’t his favorite. He always felt as if all eyes were on him and he had to act like the perfect man, always smiling to everyone when he was just feeling tense.
"Better now that I'm with you." he replied, leaning in to peck your lips. You let him although the gesture didn't make you feel very comfortable. You brushed it off, not wanting to upset him. Sometimes you had the impression you were rushing things, after all you hadn’t really discussed yet the reason why you had broken up in the first place but you still pretended everything was fine.
"You look very cute with Edward. I don't like his dad a lot, but you two make a cute duo." Mason commented. Seeing you around Eddie because reminded him of all the things he wanted in his future, with you. But he could still remember the last time you two had talked about this topic and how it didn't end well at all. He didn't want to lose you to someone who wasn't even born. It was ironic how you were both dealing with the same trail of thoughts without actually bringing it up to the other.
"Madison said I look like his mom sometimes." you didn't know why you had said that because by the look on Mason's face you could tell he wasn't one bit amused by the admission. What did she mean by that? Were things more complicated than you let him know? Where was Eddie's mom anyway? Those were the questions that started to appear in his head.
"Would you like that? To be his mom?" Mason asked and the expression on his face appeared very neutral. He genuinely wanted to know and he knew the answer would have had nothing to do with Ruben. You thanked the bartender when he handed you two your drinks.
"No, he's more like a nephew to me. Like Summer." you explained and something inside Mason changed. He was glad you didn't want to be someone else's son's mom but he was a bit jealous you felt the same away about Eddie and his niece. Mason knew his thoughts were a bit childish, but he couldn’t help it.
"I think Summer has a crush on him." He admitted chuckling, changing the subject. You giggled nodding, remembering the two of them interacting and noticing some chemistry.
"Yes. Eddie has told me about her a few times after her birthday." you added. You had gone on play dates with Eddie and Summer a couple times, along with Jasmine obviously. Soon you were joined by Kai, Christian and Sophia. The five of you ordered other drinks and before you knew it you were laughing at whatever came out Kai's mouth.
"I missed you, Y/N. I had no one at games and training's." Sophia admitted. Your lips curved into a soft smile. You had missed her as well, but having stayed so far away from the football world for as long as possible meant you didn't allow yourself to think about it too much.
"I missed you too. And I missed Balou too, how is he?" you asked remembering about the times she had asked you on dates at the park and brought along her sweet Balou. You also remembered Kai being jealous of the fact that their dog was more protective of Sophia than of him.
"He's good. With our new entrance he's going to be so much happier." she said sipping on her coke. Sophia was the kind of friend you had wished to meet all your life, you hadn’t spoken for two years but it felt as if things had never changed. You knew she probably had a lot of questions but due to your surroundings she kept them to herself.
"Aw, you got another dog?" you asked already picturing the sweetest and softest little dog on earth. Sophia chuckled and shook her head before taking your hand into hers and bringing it to her belly.
"No, I'm pregnant. Two months." you were speechless. You stayed quiet with your hand over your mouth. You could not believe your own ears. You quickly glanced at Kai who was talking to Mason, completely clueless to your conversation. They were going to become parents.
"Congratulations! Oh my god." you immediately hugged her, she giggled at your surprised face. You two gain the three boys' attentions who didn't understand your sudden show of affection.
"Oh god, I can't believe this hot head is going to be a dad. Daddy Kai- Oh no, I'm sorry." you laughed, hugging the german footballer as well. You were so happy for them. Mason smiled seeing your happy face. You were so pure and genuine, another reason why he loved you so much. Kai laughed as well, hugging you.
"You're next up, y/n." Kai joked to which you froze, faking a smile and distracting yourself with your drink. Mason looked at how your facial expression changed after Kai's words. He tried not to take it too serious but you had already had that talk and it led to nothing good.
"Who wants another round?"
You sat on Summer's bed, brushing her doll's hair as she played with her uncle. It was the end of December, more precisely New Year's Eve. You were going to spend part of the day with his family and then celebrate with your friends. You looked at the two of them, the big smiles on their lips, Mason's bad jokes which always managed to make his niece laugh, Summer's short arms holding onto his shoulders. He was so sweet to her.
"What are you looking at?" Mason asked you once your niece left you two find her other doll. You shrugged your shoulders and crawled closer to him. The british boy grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as you were sat on Summer's massive carpet. It had been a month since that ceremony and Sophia's revelation and you hadn’t stopped thinking about. In a few weeks she would have held her baby shower and she was so thrilled. You were beyond joyful for the german couple but something kept bothering your mind.
"Just a handsome man in some very fitting pants." You pecked his lips, letting your hand get lost in his hair whilst Mason smirked during the kiss. He had missed this, missed you, missed this sense of familiarity. There was no other woman he wanted to introduce to his family, you were perfect for him, you matched like two pieces of a puzzle. You pulled away and pecked his bearded cheek.
“Don’t you dare shave this, understood?” You jokingly warned him, remembering a time when he decided to shave it all off against your will. He just looked so good with his beard, as much as you loved his clean baby face, you adored this version of Mason. He chuckled and nodded, pecking your cheek before his niece returned.
“When can Eddie and I play again, Auntie y/n?” The blondie asked smiling, her cheeks slightly pink after making the request. You glanced at Mason, trying to hide an amused smirk. Her first crush, this was so cute.
“I’ll text his dad to ask him, okay?” you said pulling out your phone. Summer nodded, taking the doll you were hair brushing just a few minutes before. You didn’t notice that Rúben had actually texted you during this time.
«have you told him?»
«y/n, you know you have to tell him. It’s the right thing to do»
«i’ll always be there for you, no matter what.»
Mason didn’t mean to read your phone but it was on sight and he just wanted to see how you would have phrased Summer’s request. He didn’t mean to intrude but now he was glad he did. What was he talking about? Was Rúben talking about him? What weren’t you telling him? Mason tried to bite his tongue for the rest of the evening, waiting for when you were alone. He didn’t want to cause a scene in front of his family who seemed to love you just as much as they loved you back in the day. Maybe because he had never really told them the truth, nobody except for Jasmine knew the real reason why you two had broken up the first time. As much as he ‘hated’ you he didn’t want his family to feel the same way. So he lied and said that you needed time on your own to figure out your life, that all this fame and popularity that came with being Mason Mount’s girlfriend was too much to handle. They didn’t like that reason either, but it was more understandable. If his parents found out what had actually happened when you two broke up, they probably would have talked him out of dating again. Because they knew, everyone knew why this could have never worked out. But Mason wanted this to work so bad, he didn’t care how much he would have had to sacrifice for you.
“Leo is so cute. He’s turning into a little man.” You commented whilst Mason drove you to Kai and Sophia’s house, where the party was being held. Mason chuckled, remembering how the little one had climbed on your lap during dinner and started to play with your hair. It was all so cute he couldn’t stop smiling. He had said this multiple times but he loved seeing you play with his niece and nephew.
“Yes, Jasmine is scared he’ll turn into a little me. She should be proud of that.” He playfully rolled his eyes, reminiscing on her sister’s words. You giggled, shaking your head. Mason could be a bit of an idiot but you knew he was a great person and a great uncle. The drive to the German couple wasn’t long, most of it spent singing to your questionable playlist. Mason held your hand almost all the time, kissing the back of it occasionally. When you arrived, Kai and Christian were the ones to welcome you inside. Sophia was changing her sweater because someone had spilled a bit of their drink on it.
“Red or black? I really like this one but my belly is so huge I don’t know if it will fit me.” Sophia asked you, showing two of her clothing items. You pressed your lips together, trying to figure out which one would have looked better on her. Eventually she chose to wear the red one. You petted Balou on the head in the meanwhile.
“Can I just text Kai with your phone? I think I forgot to pick up more tissues and I left my phone downstairs.” She asked and you simply handed your phone over to her, your whole attention on her dog. You had really missed Balou.
“Y/n… Are you pregnant?” The blood in your veins froze in that moment. You looked up from Balu, dropping the ball to the ground. Your eyes met Sophia’s who was looking at you in shock. You didn’t know what to say. She must’ve read your texts with Rúben and figured it all out.
“I- Just don’t tell Mason, okay?” You quickly stated. Last thing you needed was him finding out through someone who wasn’t you. She frowned, tilting her head to the side as she handed you your phone back.
“Wait, he doesn’t know?” She asked and you knew there was no escaping, you had to tell her everything now and to be fair you were in need of a girl friend and a good advice in that moment. You sighed, starting to play with the rings on your hand.
“Mason and I broke up two years because I didn’t want to have kids. I never really felt the urge or desire to be a mom and when this came up we had very different points of view. We had to break up. Mason has always dreamed of having a family with kids and dogs and I have never wanted that. A few months ago we met again and we made the terrible mistake to get back together. I don’t know why I let this happen. I love Mason, I really do. There hasn’t been a man before or after him I wanted as much as I wanted him. But two years later I still don’t desire having kids. I don’t know how this happened, I guess karma can be a bit of a bitch sometimes but I don’t know what to say or do. I don’t want this but if Mason found out about it he’d be so excited and I can’t tell him I’m not going to proceed forward with this pregnancy. It’s going to break his heart and I already did that once.” You could feel a couple tears leave your eyes and with a shaking voice you continued to talk because you needed to let it out. Sophia listened to you, not stopping you once. At the end she handed you some tissues as you two sat in silence. It was an ironic moment: two pregnant women with two different ideas. Sophia was thrilled to have this baby with Kai, meanwhile you dreaded the moment you would have eventually told Mason about it.
“You have every right in this world to not want kids. You’re a wonderful woman, friend, girlfriend and daughter with or without a baby. No matter what I’ll stick beside you, y/n. It’s not easy, I know, but if I know you well I’m sure you’ll make the right decision for you.” She took your hands in hers, wiping some of the tears off your cheeks. You smiled at her. Sophia was the kind of friend you could only find once or twice in a lifetime. You nodded, but before you could add anything else someone knocked on the door. You quickly dried your cheeks and fixed your make up as Sophia opened the door.
“Are the ladies ready? Everyone’s downstairs.” Kai pecked his girlfriend’s lips and you spotted Mason right behind him. Sophia shot you a quick glance to which you nodded: you were going to be fine. You joined the three of them, Mason stretching his hand out for you to hold.
“You okay, baby?” He asked pecking your temple and you nodded again, scared your voice would have betrayed you. Whether or not Mason believed your answer, he didn’t question it. It was going to be all fine…
The following hours were full of entertainment thanks to Kai’s bad jokes, Ben’s drunk self and Reece and Christian’s bad karaoke skills. They were all big family and you were glad to have met a group like this one. Mason was beer pong against Jorginho, occasionally asking you to kiss his hand holding the ball for good luck. You stared at him whilst sipping on your coke. How were you going to break this man’s— who was actually just a child in a bigger body— heart again? You couldn’t. Not when he looked so beautiful and at peace. You knew he loved you, he made sure you got that message loud and clear. But you could also tell by the way he looked at you, cared for you, kissed you. He treated as if you were the only thing that mattered in this world. You couldn’t stand the idea of telling him the truth. Sophia had often checked on you when he wasn’t around but no matter how many times you told her you were okay, she knew you weren’t and she couldn’t blame you either.
“Fireworks outside, c’mon!” Kai started to run to the backyard. Everyone followed him. It was five minutes to midnight. Almost the end of another long and eventful year. But you were ending it next to the person you loved the most. Mason hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looked up at the scheme of red and blue and yellow fireworks.
“2 minutes!” You laughed when Ben tripped and almost fell into the pool, rescued quickly by Reece. The man couldn’t handle alcohol at an age like his, it was worrying. You could hear Mason lughing as well. The simple sound making your stomach twist and butterflies fly around. You felt his hand on your cheeks, implicitly asking you to turn around. You did, his arms still wrapped around your body.
“Happy New Year, baby.” Followed by a soft kiss to the lips whilst the rest of them started to scream and laugh, the fireworks intensified but you blocked it all out. Your only care in the world in that moment was his lips on yours, his delicate touch and his cologne that inebriated your senses. You pulled away to see a beautiful smile painted on his sweet lips.
“I love you.” He murmured for only you to hear. You could feel your cheeks heat up, you knew he loved you but somehow it still had that affect on you. But would he have still loved you if he knew the truth? If he knew what secret you were keeping from him? You had doubts about it. Mason didn’t need you to say it back, he knew you felt the same way. You pressed your lips together and rested your forehead against his chest, trying to stay in the moment. But it was hard, it was hard when you knew you had something he had for so long desired but you couldn’t give it to him.
“Y/n, a shot? You owe me one!” Ben appeared out of nowhere, holding two cups and a bottle of tequila. You pulled away from Mason and shook your head. Ben scrunched his nose up, not liking your answer. You used to be his shots buddy, always taking shots whenever either of you wanted to. It was an unwritten rule: you had to take one shot when Ben wanted and vice versa. Mason too was confused when you declined his offer. In fact, he couldn’t recall you drinking any alcohol that night.
“Have you gone soft on me now, y/n? C’mon!” Ben’s slurred words made you giggle as you tried to find a decent excuse as to why you weren’t going to drink. Sophia was nowhere to be seen, so she couldn’t save you and there was no way you would have admitted the truth to a drunk Ben and Mason.
“Nobody wants to take shots these days. Sophia is pregnant, are you too now? It’s like the period excuse. ‘Sorry, I can’t I’m pregnant’.” Ben found himself and his jokes hilarious, that was why he was laughing his ass off after that line. You tensed, putting on a forced smile. Little did he know… Mason chuckled, more because his friend was absolutely wasted but when he saw the look of dread on your face he worried.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. You shook your head. Ben’s words repeating themselves all over in your head. You were pregnant. You were carrying Mason’s child. It all hit you suddenly. It didn’t hit you when your period was one week late, neither did it hit you when you took three pregnancy tests, nor when you talked to Rúben about it. But in that moment, in front of the man whose child you were carrying realization washed over you: you were pregnant.
“I just- I need a moment.” You excused yourself, stepping away from Mason and Ben walking back inside the house. The british player was so confused. He didn’t think what Ben had said made you upset but he struggled to find a reason to your reaction. You took your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts and calling the only other person who knew about this.
“Hey, happy new-” “I can’t don’t this, Rúbes, I can’t tell him I’m pregnant. Fuck, I can’t do this to him. I-”
You failed to realize as you ran around in circles in Sophia and Kai’s shared bedroom that someone had followed you. And that someone happened to be your boyfriend. Mason had walked in the house just a couple minutes after you. Your behavior was off and he wanted to understand why. He figured you were either in the bathroom or in one of the rooms, lucky for him his teammate and his girlfriend’s room was the first one he ran into. Karma was once again playing against you. Mason froze on his feet as he heard those words come out of your mouth. You heard the door open too late, turning around to see him stand on the threshold. His face was blank as he stared at you in utter confusion and shock.
“I’ll call you back.— you hung up, you would have had to apologize to Rúben in the morning — Mase?” You called him because he appeared in a state of trance. You could feel your heart beating in your throat as you searched for any sign from him. This was not how you wanted him to find out about it. But did you want him to find out at all?
“You’re- you’re pregnant?” He asked lowly, almost in a whisper. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. A few feet separated you two and you were the one to minimize that distance by stepping closer, but you still didn’t dare come too close. Mason took in that information, trying to process it. A hundred thoughts ran through his mind as he looked at you. This was all he had wished for in the last years. But at the same time he knew this was the last thing you wanted.
“Is it mine?” He asked again. The question was obvious but he still needed to be sure about it. You nodded again. His heart filled with joy and for a second, just for a second, he was happy. Mason walked the distance between the two of you, his arms were soon around you, squeezing you into a hug. You gulped, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. You realized that you were thousand of miles away, you had never felt him so distant.
“I don’t want it, Mase. I’m sorry.” You choked on your words, bursting into tears. Mason tightened the grip around you, keeping you closer as you let it all out. It felt so good to finally tell him but another weight rested in your chest. Mason felt his heart break a little but he knew, he already knew. He should have known better because you had been very clear about this topic. Part of him always wished for you to change your mind. You gripped the hem of his shirt, afraid of falling apart.
“I know, it’s okay…” he whispered in your ear, almost letting his teary eyes get the best of him. But hearing those words you pulled away from his hug, looking up at his red eyes. You dreaded the look on his face but you had seen it coming.
“No, it’s not.” You pulled completely away. Mason shook his head: he wasn’t going through all of this again. He wasn’t letting this happen again. He wasn’t letting go of you again. He dried some of the tears that had rolled down his cheeks. You clenched your jaw, trying to hold back your tears.
“This is not happening. Not again. I love you and I don’t fucking care about anything else, y/n. I’m not leaving you.” He sobbed desperately, trying to touch you, to pull you into another hug but you took a step back shaking your head. He was doing that again, he was letting his love for you cloud his judgement. But this time it was your fault. You should have never walked in his life again, you shouldn’t have gone back to him knowing this would have happened eventually, knowing neither of you had change your mind. You had acted foolishly, you could’ve avoided hurting him again.
“Don’t do this to me, baby. Not again. I can’t take it anymore.” Mason kept going, sitting on the edge of the bed. He had no control over the tears that streamed down his cheeks. He looked so sad, devastated, in pain. What you feared the most was happening right in front your eyes. You shook your head. It was all so confusing and hurtful. You wanted him more than ever but something bigger stood in the middle.
“You want this, Mase. You want this baby. And I don’t blame you, I can’t blame you. You want this life and it fucking hurts because I want to want it too, I want this to be my dream too so fucking bad. But I can’t. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have come back, this is all my fault. I’m sorry, Mase.” You sobbed, your hand covering your mouth as you let go. Mason couldn’t believe his eyes or ears. He couldn’t believe two years later it was happening the same thing all over again. He couldn’t believe it but he should’ve seen it coming. He couldn’t keep avoiding the elephant in the room, he did and now he had to deal with the consequences of it.
“I want you! Listen to me— he stood up, erasing the distance again and cupped your cheeks to raise your face— I don’t care. I want you, I love you. You’re the only of my life. Did you see what happened when you left me? We found our way back to each other. If that isn’t destiny I don’t know what it is. Don’t do this to me again, please.” It was excruciating listening to him cry and beg you to not leave him. Suddenly it all felt so familiar, suddenly you were in your living room, suddenly you were two years younger and suddenly you were leaving your boyfriend all over again. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just bawling your eyes out. The pleading look in his eyes was killing you.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me you will never desire to see me carry your baby, tell me you will never feel the urge to watch me hold our baby, tell me you won’t desire to take your kid to school, tell me you won’t feel as if you’re missing out on this experience when all your friends will have their families and kids. Tell me you don’t want this baby.” Your voice was suddenly firm as you stared right into his eyes. You were being fair to him, but you knew he had to face reality and stop escaping from it. You knew he didn’t have all the answers which was already an answer. Mason’s eyes filled with tears again as he stayed silent, keeping the eye contact. He saw all your moments together pass by him altogether. It all felt like a distant memory. Mason sniffed, letting go of your face and taking a step back. You missed his touch immediately.
“When are you going to…?” He gulped, looking down at your stomach. He could already picture it getting bigger and bigger, hearing his kid kicking, talking to them. But he knew he shouldn’t have daydreamed about it. You bit your inner cheek.
“I think this week.” Was your cold answer. You just wanted to get it over with. You weren’t ready for the weeks to come but you had to stay strong for yourself. Mason nodded, looking down at his shoes. So many questions filled his head but none of them made sense in that moment.
“Do you want me to come with you?” He asked. Your facial expression softened and you almost cried again. You knew this would have costed him too much and you would have never asked him to do that. It was already hard for you.
“No, it’s okay. Rúben is coming.” Mason wanted to laugh but he was too tired for any salty answer. He was tired of this movie he had watched way too many times. He liked it a lot but he already knew how it always ended. Silence fell upon the two of you. There wasn’t much left to say. You started to fix your make up, not that it really mattered. Mason looked at you, realizing it was probably going to be the last time and realizing how hard it must have been for you. He stood up, walking closer to you.
“I’m sorry. I hope you find what you really want.” He looked at you softly, the way you looked at someone you loved. His arms around you as he hugged again. You would have missed this, again.
“I wanted you…” you mumbled to yourself, knowing you should have kept it to yourself. But you weren’t thinking straight in that moment. Mason sighed, he could feel his heart and body ache. No amount of training could make him feel this in pain. He didn’t know what to say or do anymore, everything felt pointless. It was all pretty ironic to consider that two years later there you were: breaking up with the man you would have always had feeling for again. Maybe you were right persons at the wrong time or maybe you were never right for each other in the first place.
“Hey Y/N, it’s Summer. Uncle Mase said you guys broke up. I don’t know what it really means but he looked very sad. I just wanted to ask you to please stop making him sad. I love you, Y/N, but he’s so sad when you leave him. I don’t like when Uncle Mase is sad. I hope to see you one day. Good bye, Aunt- Y/N.”
hi i was wondering if you could do gavi fluff where after he scores his first goal of the season or something and the reader starts crying with how she proud of him she is and it’s all fluffy SHDHFHB x
this one is for you-pablo gavi
pairing: pablo gavi x reader
author’s note:i changed it a bit and this one is about his first goal for barcelona,i hope you don’t mind! thank you so much for requesting this,it’s such a cute idea and i hope you will like this as much as i liked writing this :)
word count: 1,000
what is a life without dream? when growing up,everyone looked up to someone as an inspiration. some wanted to be doctors,firefighters,some want to be pilots and be as close as possible to clouds. some literally wanna reach the stars and fly-so they go on to become astronauts. although pablo didn’t wanted to be astronaut or pilot,everyone around him from young age knew sky was his limit. pablo’s dream since he can remember was to play for barcelona under lights of one and only camp nou. dream of million little boys all around the world is about to become a reality for your boy. one of dates he will remember forever is 29th august 2021,when he made his first appearance for barcelona. when you told him he made the history,it wasn’t an exaggeration. just 24 days after his 17th birthday,he became the fourth youngest player to appear for barcelona in la liga. you will never remember how happy he looked when he stepped on that pitch. before the game,he said something that you wrote down when he gets a documentary one day.
“tonight i’m gonna leave my heart on the pitch for every little boy that is dreaming of doing the same. and more importantly,for every girl that believes in them.”
it is safe to say that he fulfilled his promise and you didn’t miss out on a single game ever since then. he was the happiest kid in the world. a thousand things went through his head and he had to admit that he felt bit nervous before. nonetheless,as soon as he stepped on the pitch nerves disappeared when he remembered you were watching him from the stands,as you always did. looking back on it,it was not that long ago when you were still kids. to be fair,pablo is still like a kid but that’s one of the many things you love about him. that is one of things that will never change. not that long ago he broke your window with ball when he was playing on street. even though your dad jokes with him that he still didn’t forgive him for that,everyone knows he loves him like his own son.
a few months went by,but pablo felt like he disappointed you and everyone else around him because he struggled to score. everyone backed him up;from coaches,parents,friend and,of course,teammates in the locker room. his disappointment in himself didn’t go unnoticed by you.after all you knew him better than yourself. everyone noticed his head was down and he wasn’t his usual self. he was undeniably charismatic and light up every room he walked in. naturally,everyone were determined to lift him up just like he did them anytime they needed it.
“your time will come,just be patient and don’t lose your mind over it. i know you wanna prove yourself,but you already exceeded everyone’s expectations and this is only the start.”
“what if i don’t live up to expectations and end up being…average?”
“last time i checked average players don’t start for barcelona at 17 years old and don’t get called golden boy.”
“you are just saying that to make me feel better but thank you.”
“you are adorable when you pout,but seriously don’t be so harsh on yourself.”
“you’re right,enough of pouting…for now. i was thinking,what celebration i should do when i finally score? it’s probably not gonna be today buy yeah…”
“hmm i don’t know,maybe kiss the badge? you always liked to do that.”
“yeah,i might do that one.”
“you know i will always be there and i can’t wait to see that,but don’t stress yourself over it.”
“i love you so much,princesa. are you ready,i don’t want to be late,xavi will kill me.”
“yeah,i’m coming. don’t want you to get in trouble,do we?”
it was hard to point out what exactly gave the impression that tonight would be special,but you just had that feeling. after you found your seat at camp nou before their game against elche,you were soaking up the atmosphere and thinking to yourself that people that have never been at this magical stadium don’t know what are they missing out on. these last few weeks you developed a habit of taking pictures of kids who had pablo’s jersey to show him after games. it still felt so unreal and he couldn’t help but blush everytime you showed him pictures. it reminded him of how proudly wore his iniesta jersey he got for birthday. fast foward to today,now someone is wearing jersey with his name on back. crazy how things can turn around.
you were confident that barcelona will win but in football,anything is possible like pablo always reminded you so you didn’t want to underestimate opponents. first 15 minutes went by quickly and everyone felt more relieved when barcelona scored the opening goal. you were so focused on pablo because you didn’t want to miss anything and truthfully because he was mesmerizing as always. you wanted to take countless photos,but it felt pointless to record during whole match when you can enjoy the moment. thankfully you don’t have to worry about photos because there are tens of photographers on the sideline and you mentally thanked them for their service. few minutes later,you saw him slaloming through their midfield. could this be the moment he was waiting for? it was. for a moment,it felt like the world stopped spinning and the only thing you could hear is announcer screaming his name. you rarely cried,but when you did they were tears of joy. he instinctively kissed the badge and unlike some who do it out of lust,he did it to show undying loyalty to club and fans. to show his loyalty and gratitude for you,he wrote you a message with black marker under his jersey. he revealed “este es para ti princesa<3” and all you could’ve think about is how lucky you were that he was the one that broke windows of your castle. maybe your childhood dreams of being a princess weren’t far-fetched after all. fairytale days were supposed to be over long time ago,yet it didn’t feel like they are ending anytime soon.
thomas müller: raumdeuter, world champion, treble winner, horse lover, anti-capitalist comrade
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I barely reblogged any fics in April, I promise I’ll do better. These are the fics I reblogged in April. Baby’s here - Erling Haaland - written by @highdreaming Number 10 - Cho Gue Sung - written by @kpdlvr2 Dating Headcannon - Nicola Zalewski - written by @i9messi Soft launch instagram au - Kepa - written by @fernandezology Baby - Lucas Paqueta - written by @httpsdana J - Erling Haaland - written by @football-and-fanfics
Sorry,did you see that @ julianalvarezzz posted a “joke” about how she would celebrate if some Chelsea fan died at 16? They deleted these posts now but claimed that she deserves it and it’s funny when other people say it so it should be okay when she says it…
do you maybe have screenshots? if that’s true,it’s really fucked up and not something to joke about. at the end of the day,it’s just football,chill.
Bayern fans display banners against 'all autocrats' owners during the UEFA Champions League quarter final, first leg football match between Manchester City and Bayern Munich at the Etihad Stadium in Manchester, north-west England, 11.04.2023
📸; OLI SCARFF
why are madrid fans pushing the underdog narrative against this chelsea?
no way u really made me a character 🥺🥺 but on serious note,this series is mind blowing u guys have to read this😍😍
my knuckles rapidly knock on mel’s door as i try to tame my breath. when the door finally swings open i see mel let out a long sigh, obviously not expecting me.
“what are you doing here, idiot? you told me i was supposed to get you at four it’s three!”
“i couldn’t do it. it reminded me of a dentist you know? and they had these stupid magazines with those quizzes on what season you are and then the receptionist kept giving me the evil eyes and kept trying to give me these weird condoms that made her boyfriends balls smell like pie and oh su-chin was there! did you know that the baby has fingernails? i mean can you believe it! fingernails!”
mel grimaces yet her eyes are amused.
“oh, gross. do you reckon the baby could scratch your vag when it comes out”
i ignore her comment.
“i’m staying pregnant, mel”
she shushes me quickly.
“keep your voice down mate, my mum’s creeping around somewhere. she doesn’t that we’re you know”, her voice goes down into a whisper “…sexually active.”
what does that even mean?
“ oh… well i was thinking about everything and i thought ‘oh! there’s someone out there that would want my baby!’ you know like the women who can’t have kids or maybe some lovely lesbians”
“but…. you’ll get huge and your tits are going to lactate like a cow and you’ll have to tell everyone that you’re pregnant!”
“i know but maybe they’ll all love me for being so caring!”
“ or maybe they will also lose their shit and be super mad at you and possibly not let you graduate or most importantly let you go to the alps for spring break.”
“ i don’t care about the alps, jude and i were planning on taking a trip to portsmouth for spring break anyway.”
mel sighs in response, exhausted by the constant name drops of jude.
“well, maybe you could look at one of those adoption ads i mean they’re literally filling the newspapers at this point.”
“there are ads? for people to become parents?”
“oh yeah tons! you can sell anything from iguanas to exercise bikes to babies! it’s crazy what you can do!”
“come on mel, you really think i want to scope out possible parents in the local newspaper! that’s so dodgy! it’s like buying clothes at the corner shop! i won’t be looking at the newspaper advertisements”
we sit on the bench under the pretty tree in the big park, as we look through the numerous amount of advertisements in the newspaper.
“the newspaper sucks.”
it really does. never have i wanted to fall asleep more than i have when i was reading this garbage.
“i know juno, but at least it sucks for free and what else were we meant to do today?”
she’s right of course, we have nothing else to do today.
after mel finishes speaking, we continue to turn the pages in silence when she find a couple who’s teeth are as blue as water, their lips just as blue as them well. the articles reads “wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple who have find true love with each other.”
she turns her head to face me, i’m guessing to check if i’m paying attention to the article in her hand, though i’m off in another world, looking at a selling for a piano. my mind goes straight to jude when i see the advertisement.
“ did you see there’s a guy here who’s giving away a piano, free for the hauling as well! i reckon we should get it and haul it to jude’s house.
“you’re not listening”
“no, i heard you loud and clear but i just can’t give the baby to someone that will describe themselves as “wholesome” you know. to be honest, i’m just looking for someone a bit more on the edge.
“well then what do you have in mind, a family of disturbed loners who are into knife play and incest? cmon juno they’re going to be the person that’s going to have a human life! one that’s been inside of you at that!”
“no mel! i was thinking more along the lines of a graphic designer, in their thirties, and has a cool asian wife who dresses awesome and plays bass perfectly, but i’m trying to keep my choices open.”
“all right, oh how about this one? a healthy, educated couple who are seeking an infant to join our family of five, you will be compensated please help us complete the circle of love.“
nope. nope. nope.
“big no, they sound exactly like a cult and they have three kids already, greedy guys! not the one for mini me”
“y/n! you need to take a look at this one.”
mel points to the newspaper and i look down to paper. it reads “educated, successful couple who wish to….”
but i don’t get to finish reading because i take a look at their faces. their beautiful faces that are pretty even in black and white,
their names were betty and aaron jones.
and they were definitely the future parents of my baby.
jude sits in his room, listening to the playlist that y/n had recommend to him and the same one that played when they went to fourth base.
he stares at the pages of his yearbook, specifically at the photo of y/n and the message that she wrote for him, and him only. it says “hey jude! i hope one day you get off of this photo with your lotion that you not so secretly keep in your drawer! joking (well…) love y/n.
god was he in love with her, she was just so ugh. she was just perfect and somehow he was the lucky one that managed to see her in all her beauty. he was the one that got to see all her scars and insecurities and he was the one that kissed her there. he was one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure.
he doesn’t care if she doesn’t ever love him (the biggest lie on planet earth) all he cares about is that he was the first person that she opened up to and that even if she never loves him back, then he will watch from the side-lines, cheering her on no matter what she does. because he really loves her.
jude reaches for the phone, the same one y/n has hanging in her room, debating whether or not to call her. he puts the phone down after a couple of moments.
he’s brought out of his moment by a knock on his door, which is soon followed by his mothers head peaking through.
“jude baby? are you coming downstairs to eat?”
“no, no i don’t think so. not really feeling it oddly enough”
“but you played for at least 5 hours today puppy, you need to eat and it’s breakfast for tea and i know that’s your favourite”
jude just places his hand on his stomach.
“y/n y/l/n called by the way.. while you were out. she wanted to know whether or not your coming to this performance on saturday.”
“oh thanks for the message ma”
“judie, you know i feel about her, she’s trouble.”
“i know you’ve said…. maybe about fifty times.”
“i just don’t want you to consider her a close friend that’s all.”
she sighs and leaves jude to himself.
jude then only finally reveals what’s hidden in his closed fist. the panties that he kept from that magical night.
a/n: i really hope these are doing the movie justice! @taintedstranger i think you wanted a tag so i really hoped you enjoyed it!
“you don’t always get what u deserve”
so true from commentator,boys truly gave everything 🕊️
Champion’s League Nights — MM JF JB
AUTHOR: idk if this is going to suck or not
SUMMARY: a match that reunites old friends and more…
WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, +18
PAIRINGS: joão félix x reader, mason mount x reader, jude bellingham x reader
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.” Mason smiled at you, brushing a hand through his hair. The match was about to start, half an hour to go. You smiled at him, explaining that Christian was the one to thank because he had driven you there. Mason had met you around four months ago, at Christian’s birthday party and you two immediately went along well. For external reasons— which to the American player were still unknown — you two decided to not take things to the next level. You both knew there was a lot of attraction and tension but you liked to dance on the thin border between friendship and relationship. After you started to come to London for work more often it was easier for you two to see each other more often. You had gone on a few dates, but nothing happened, not even a kiss. Mason was a true gentleman: always driving you home after, texting you in the morning to know if everything was alright, occasionally buying you presents because “they reminded him of you”. Some would have said you two should have dated but you enjoyed this for the moment and Mason, well Mason was fucked. He was completely and utterly whipped for you.
“See you later? Wish me good luck.” And with a wink he left. It was supposed to be a simple match. You didn’t know much about football, you were learning a bit more thanks to Mason. Not that Christian hadn’t tried to educate you on this but it was funnier to piss him off on purpose by ignoring him. So you didn’t know the names of every player present on the field.
“Fuck me…” was what you thought when midway through the game you began to take notice of the names on the back of the players— in your defense you had spent most of the time looking at Mason.
“And that’s a goal for João Félix, Chelsea number eleven!” You wished Christian had warned you about all of this. You and João were no strangers, yes you hadn’t heard from him for over two years but you couldn’t erase the two and a half years you had spent together back in 2019. Maybe if you had checked your Instagram more often you would have noticed the hundreds of posts the Portuguese had put on his profile, saying he was there on a loan. You looked at the brunette running around the pitch. He had grown a lot: he was probably taller, bigger and his hair was shorter. He looked more like a man and less like a kid. You had broken up on good terms, well if that was a possible thing when you broke up with someone. The reason? You couldn’t bear a long distance relationship. As much as you loved him it wasn’t working out, between your job in Germany and his in Spain things were too complicated. So you let go and moved on. It wasn’t easy, you could still remember the calls in the middle of the night and the tears. But it was all in the past. You shook your head, focusing back on the game. The time signaled that it was around the eightieth minute.
“Borussia Dortmund equalizes the score with number 22: Jude Bellingham!” If God really existed he was having a laugh at you. Your eyes moved around the pitch to see the tall Birmingham boy celebrate with his teammates. You had met Jude when you worked in Germany. Nothing happened at first, you had just come out of a long and important relationship and Jude was busy with his career. Not to mention he was actually younger than you, still of age but you were a bit thrown off by it. It wasn’t until his ninetieth birthday party that things changed drastically. You were brought back to reality when the speaker announced five more minutes of play time.
“And it’s a draw for Borussia Dortmund and Chelsea.” The match came to an end and you let out a sigh, looking at how the played a tie was the best result they could get. You waited a bit in your seat, knowing Christian always took the longest of time to shower and get dressed after a match. When you finally stood up and headed towards the changing rooms you started to see a few players coming out. There were also some family members and girlfriends or wives around, so you didn’t feel out of place.
“Y/n? Is that you?” You turned around, moving your eyes from the field to whoever was speaking to you. João stood in front of you, his bag on his shoulder and a shocked face on. You gulped and curved your lips into a smile. You hadn’t seen or heard each other in a while. You had left on good terms, if that was even a thing for ex’s.
“Hi João, great match. Congratulations on the goal.” You approached him, a bit awkwardly. The Portuguese smiled, thanking you. Out of all the places he imagined you to be at, this was definitely not one of them. He hadn’t seen you in so long, why were you there? He knew you had moved to Germany for work but why were you at the game?
“Why are you here? Are you with-” he was interrupted by the arrival of both Christian and Mason. You gulped, now this was going to be very embarrassing. The American boy pressed his lips together, stopping himself from laughing. Christian loved to make fun of you in awkward situations and you knew he was going to take the piss later but fortunately in that moment he could read the room and stop himself from making fun of you.
“Hey, I see you met our latest entry. He’s J-” Mason tried to introduce you two, his hand resting on your back. Mason could be very touchy-feely, you didn’t mind his hands on you but you could see João frowning at all this friendliness. Was there something he didn’t know of?
“Yes, I know y/n. She’s my ex.” The Portuguese didn’t even try to word it in a way that wouldn’t have made things awkward. Mason gulped, suddenly feeling at unease. His ex girlfriend? He really had no idea. You coughed, trying to cover up the embarrassment you were feeling. João looked between the two of you, wondering what was going on, what he had missed.
“Well… I’ll see you later, okay?” You interrupted the silence, sure you weren’t going to stay there with both of them. You escaped the situation before it could turn even more awkward. João and Mason watched you walk away, both of them still rather confused. João was the one to look away and glance at Mason. What did you have to do with his teammate? There was something about the way he stared at you walking away that didn’t sit right with him. Before either of them could speak again the rest of the team joined them and headed towards the exit.
“We are going. I’m not reversing the car and taking you back home. It will be fine.” Was what Christian kept saying to reassure you at least five times. After that little encounter you had with the two Chelsea boys the last thing you wanted was to attend a party where they were going to be at. You didn’t even know why they were celebrating, they hadn’t won the match but it was probably just an excuse to go out. What you didn’t know was that things were going to get messier the minute you stepped foot in the club.
“I must be daydreaming, aren’t I?” You heard from your shoulders as you talked to Christian. It didn’t take you much to recognize the Birmingham accent. You slowly turned around and met the tall and young Borussia Dortmund midfielder. Jude had a smirk displayed on his face, as if he was pleased to see you there.
“Jude. Nice to see you, how are you doing?” You greeted him. You hadn’t seen the brunette in months, hoping he’d forget about you or at least about how you had left things between you two.
“ ‘m alright. Better now that you’re here, I didn’t know you were coming to the match. How come?” His flirty comments didn’t go unnoticed by Christian who simply tried not to laugh at you and your bad luck. He thought you knew all of them were going to be there but obviously you hadn’t really watched a lot of football lately to know about them being at the same match. You didn’t mind talking to Jude, he was a nice guy, very flirtatious but still a gentleman. But in that moment, when Mason could walk in any minute it was risky. Especially because you knew Jude’s big mouth wouldn’t have spared you of a flirty comment and Mason would have been left confused.
“Christian invited me. Can’t say no to this pretty face, can I?” You giggled, looking briefly at your best friend who simply raised his brows and bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing. Christian knew about this thing you used to have with Jude, it couldn’t even be described as something more than just a thing. You were bored, he was funny and gave you a lot of attention. What stopped you? Nothing. Jude nodded and gave Christian a small smile.
“I thought you moved back in Madrid.” He stated, sipping on his drink. You furrowed your brows, realizing only a second later that was the lie you had told him to get him off your back. You hadn’t been so nice to the Brummie player. You liked Jude. Just not like that.
“My plans canceled last minute. I like Germany better.” Lie. Such a big lie. Every person who had known you for more than ten minutes would have known no place could compare to your Spain. But Jude seemed to buy your lie. The english player offered to buy you a drink and you agreed, after how you had left things with him it was the least you could do. Christian watched you follow the brunette and lost you in the crowd, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. You were getting yourself in big troubles.
“So why did you leave me that night? Was it really that bad?” Jude couldn’t hold back anymore. He had to ask you this. It caught you off guard, you coughed in surprise as you sipped on your drink. He stared at you with an amused yet perplexed look on his face. You instantly went back to the memory of your last encounter with the Dortmund player…
“Your parents are going to get suspicious.” You giggled as the brunette closed the door behind you. He had drunk enough to feel slightly tipsy, but he was more horny than anything else. Jude had decided to celebrate his birthday plainly. No big party, no liters of alcohol, no club. Just his friends and family. And you. Jude acted like a thirteen year old whenever you were around. He liked you. A lot. You were just a couple years older, as much as you liked to mess around you felt the responsibility of not going too hard on him.
“I don’t care. Fuck, you got me so fucking hard, baby.” He whined leaning against the wall. You glanced down to his black jeans and noticed his bulge. A little giggle escaped your lips. You had never done anything physical with the Birmingham boy but you surely shared a fair amount of make out sessions. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten hard by you. Jude glared at you, because he didn’t find his condition funny.
“Want me to help, birthday boy?” Those were words he liked to hear. Jude didn’t even think about it twice, having waited for this moment for months. He simply nodded eagerly and waited for your next move. However, you had had an idea in your head, different from what he expected. You stepped closer, cupping his face, grazing your thumb against his cheeks.
“Get in front of the mirror, handsome.” You asked him and he complied. Jude was thrilled, was he finally going to live his dreams? Before he could lose himself in the track of thoughts, you rested your hands on his hips, staring at him through the mirror.
“Can I?” You asked pointing at the buttons of his black shirt. The brunette nodded and let you unbutton them. He licked his lips wet, almost scared you could hear his heart pound against your hands. But you could tell he was excited yet nervous. You could tell he always lost his breath whenever you were around. Or else you wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have been at dinner with his family and friends. He was lucky you were good with parents, so his weren’t suspecting a single thing. When you had undone his shirt, you left it open to show off part of his chest and abs.
“Unzip your pants, birthday boy.” You stated firmly. Jude nodded, wasting no time in doing what you just asked him to. He left the zip open but didn’t move any further, waiting for your instructions. You smirked at him through the mirror, you could almost hear his own thoughts. His face spoke louder than anything else.
“Touch yourself for me, will you?” You sweetly asked him. Jude’s breath hitched in his throat as he took in your words. The brummie nodded again, like a lost puppy and lowered his gaze to his crotch. Slipping his hand past his boxers he took ahold of his cock and then looked back at you. You were standing behind him, hands moving around his torso, caressing his body without moving too low. It was torture.
“Shit-” he hissed as his hand began to move. He wished it was yours but he could get off to the image of you staring back at him. You wanted to consider this as your gift for him. A pretty good one. His chest rose and lowered quickly, his breathing getting uneven and shorter.
“I know you want me to touch you…” you stopped to look at his reaction: his eyes were silently begging you. This was all he ever wanted, well at least for the past two months. You chuckled, seeing him struggle to keep his composure, it was so entertaining to watch him lose it for you. In a certain way it boosted your ego.
“But I want to see what you do to yourself when you think of me… Let me watch.” You whispered next to his ear, looking at his Adam Apple bob and a grunt and swear word leave his plump lips. You would’ve felt bad about playing with him if Jude actually had feelings for you. But it was just his hormones speaking, he wanted to fuck you not marry you. So why not mess with him a bit more? Get under his skin? Give him a little taste before depriving him of anything? Of any touch, look, taste? It could be sadistic, but you could tell Jude enjoyed you playing with him.
“Fuck, y/n… Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He whined, hand picking up the pace as he briefly closed his eyes and swallowed hard. You giggled, depositing a kiss on his neck. He was struggling to hold back himself from cumming, he was that excited.
“Or what?” You teased. Your hand moved to rest on his stomach, caressing the skin. You could feel his abs tensing, you could see precum leaking from his cock. This was going to be fun.
“Or I’ll cum right now…” he shyly admitted, embarrassed. You giggled again, removing your hands from his body. You moved them to rest on his back, scratching it. You knew where his mind was going, his eyes were turning impossibly darker as his head wondered. The fuckboy facade had dropped so easily, you had to laugh at his submissiveness.
“No, keep going.” You demanded. He nodded, slowing down to stop himself from releasing too quickly. As time went by, you got more handsy but never even slightly thought of touching him where he wanted you to. He started to get loose, louder whimpers and praised leaving his mouth. He started to whine too.
“Please- let me… Fucking hell-” you gripped his arms, digging your nails in his skin, slowing him down. You briefly glanced at the clock: you had been gone for ten minutes, you had around five more minutes before anyone started to notice your mysterious and suspicious absence. You kept whispering words of encouragement in his ear, stopping him whenever he was close and spurring him on to continue whenever he was far away from his release. It was sick but he loved it.
“You know what? Maybe I should go back there, I’ll just tell your parents you are not feeling great…” you bit your bottom lip to hide a smirk. Jude visibly panicked, shaking his head as he saw you stepping aside to look at him. The tall and intimidating player was putty in your hands and you were taking advantage of that. He stared at you with his big brown eyes, begging you again. His hand was wrapped around him, your eyes falling to see the red tip leaking precum.
“Y/n, don’t- please don’t leave now… Fuck, please.” His dark and watery eyes stared at you in confusion. You almost gave in.
“What do you want?” You asked, leaning against the door and staring at him in the eyes. Jude gulped, licking his lips wet. He wanted so many things but didn’t want to risk his chances. He looked so lost, you adored the look in his eyes of pure adoration and submissiveness.
“I just- Just talk to me, like before, yea? Please…” he asked. You pondered your options: you could’ve left him there, make up a decent lie for his guests and not risk getting caught or you could’ve stayed, watched him crumble under your gaze. Jude was silently begging you. He was yet to meet a person like you, that had him eating in the palm of their hand. He was down bad.
“I’ll give you five minutes.” You said firmly. He nodded, picking up the pace of his hand. If he wanted this he needed to be quick. But Jude didn’t have such problem when the cause of his boner was standing right in front of him. You sat on the sink, watching him, every move and every face. He was close, you could tell. You took ahold of his hand and put his two digitals on your lips. A wicked smirk spreading on your face. You kissed the fingertips, playing with them. His mouth was left open when you took both of them in your mouth, past your lips.
“Fuck, shit- Can I… please can I cum?” He whined, his chest shaken by short breaths as he tried to wait for your answer. You smirked and nodded, watching as he groaned and came undone. Jude had never witnessed something so erotic and he found it embarrassing to think he had just come like this. The brunette gasped, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to clean himself up.
“This was- you’re something else, baby.” He mumbled still in a haze. You giggled and pecked his cheek, standing up from the sink. Jude looked at you through the mirror.
“I know, birthday boy…”
Jude couldn’t explain or begin to comprehend what happened afterwards. You disappeared, put up a wall and left him outside. Things weren’t that serious between you two and Jude was okay with it but suddenly, after his birthday, you started to distance yourself from him until he didn’t hear anymore from you. Months later there you were: so beautiful he could look at you the whole night. The smile on your lips was always the same, it had never changed. The look in your eyes was so mysterious and challenging, it pushed him to do more and more just to impress you. Jude couldn’t lie: he had had a crush on you and decided to settle for whatever you had going on. He had tried once to ask you out but you politely rejected him and he was too scared to lose you to cut off your ties. So he stuck around, let you in his life and when you left he was utterly confused and a bit disappointed.
“Of course not, Jude. I didn’t think it was right of me to keep leading you on.” You saw right through him, it didn’t need a genius to figure out the brunette liked you. Jude bit his bottom lip, smirking and nodding. He knew this wasn’t the complete truth and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear it all. He was over it, over you.
“There you are. Oh I see you’ve met Jude.” Mason appeared out of nowhere with awful timing as he handed you a cup of whatever he had put in. Jude looked away from you and at the Chelsea player. At first he was confused as to what Mason was doing but then as the conversation started he began to realize what was actually going on.
“Yea, I’ve met him a few times… Very nice lad, isn’t he?” You were playing with fire and Jude loved it. He loved the thrill of being around you. Your unpredictability was what kept him going and even though it was the reason you two had stopped seeing each other, after all this time it still turned him on. You were bold, you didn’t have any trouble sustaining their gazes. Sometimes it felt as if you were challenging him.
“Yes indeed. So how do you guys know each other?” Mason asked clueless. You glanced at Jude who hid his smirk behind his cup as he sipped on his drink. Mason knew you but he didn’t know you that well. You had avoided telling him about all your adventures with his fellow companions.
“I gave him a hand when he moved out to Germany.” The pun was intended and Jude knew it, although Mason didn’t quite catch it. It was a lie. You didn’t meet Jude under those circumstances, there had never been nothing platonic between you two. Well you pretended to have a platonic friendship, but Jude hung from your lips and everyone knew it. The brunette nodded, smiling. This was the y/n he knew, the one he liked. You were playing with fire as you talked to both of them for the following half an hour. You kept both boys on the edge, you could feel the tension. Mason wasn’t blind or stupid, he could see the way Jude looked at you. With hunger, desire, lust. Even if you hadn’t lied about the genuineness of your friendship, he was slightly concerned about the real intentions of the english player.
“I’m sorry I have to take this. See you later.” Jude felt his phone vibrating against his thigh and picked it up, leaving you two alone. You turned around to face the Chelsea player who had a weird smirk on his lips.
“He definitely wants to sleep with you.” He confessed and you giggled. Oh if only he knew… But there was no good in telling him the details.
“What if he does? Would it be a problem, Mount?” You asked, challenging him. His smirk grew wider as he took in your “threat”. He couldn’t quite decipher the look in your eyes, what it meant. But he liked your teasing and challenging. Mason wasn’t the type of guy to act all jealous, especially with a girl he wasn’t even dating— although things between you two were complicated. But he couldn’t lie to himself and say he appreciated the way Jude’s eyes laid on your figure.
“Would you let him?” He replied with a question. Your smirk widened and you debated whether or not tell him it wasn’t polite to reply to a question with another one, but the look on his face intrigued you. It didn’t take a genius to see that Mason considered you more than just a friend. Therefore, it was up to you to decide how you felt about him. The Chelsea midfielder stared at you, waiting for one of your usual comebacks.
“Who told you he hasn’t already?” You giggled and watched his reaction. Mason sometimes couldn’t tell whether you were messing with him or if you meant what you said. Either way he simply shook his head with a small smirk, hoping you were just trying to annoy him. Soon the topic was dropped, Christian and Kai joining you guys to take you on the dance floor. None of you were excellent dancers, but every chance you got was a good moment to tease Mason. It wasn’t until the third song that you began to feel his hands on you.
“Handsy, are we?” You joked, not able to see his face since he was standing right behind you. Mason smiled though, knowing that you were more than okay with it since your own hands guided his on your body. The English man rested his head next to yours, taking in your inebriating scent as you moved to the beat. Everything about you drove him wild: from your eyes to the way you danced, from your smile to the way you joked, from your body to the way you talked. Mason sometimes was scared you could hear how loud his heart beat whenever you were around him. But as you two danced together, bodies pressed against each other someone else was staring right at you two.
“Ex fling?” Jude asked the minute he saw João leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand as he stared at you. The Portuguese player took his eyes off you to identify who was speaking to him and once he noticed it was just Jude he forced himself to smile.
“Ex boyfriend. You?” He asked. It had been years since you two had broken up, nevertheless watching you dance with another man right in front of him wasn’t on the top of his wish list. Jude almost felt bad for thinking there was someone— João— who was having it worse than him.
“Ex fling. We saw each other during last summer but then she disappeared. Now I see why.” Jude explained, for some reason he didn’t feel embarrassed about it as he talked to João. Probably because they were in the same situation. The loan player nodded, listening to his words. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t moved on and hooked up with other girls, because he had. Yet there was something in the back of his mind that bothered him.
“We dated for two years, then she moved to Germany and broke up with me. It was years ago though.” He finished by taking a sip of his drink. He didn’t want to get wasted but maybe having a bit of alcohol in his system would have helped him get over this nonsense. Jude nodded in reply, for some reason it was the type of behavior he would expect from someone like you. With that being said, he still felt attracted to you. You still held your power over him, as if he was wrapped around your finger.
“Do you still love her?” Jude asked with no problem, taking the first sip from the beer he had just got. João was a bit startled at first, clearly not seeing it coming. Did he still love her? It was a fair question, the way he was acting was confusing. But were there still feelings?
“No… I mean, it’s the type of love you will always feel for someone you’ve been with for a long time but I am not in love with her anymore… She just has a way to get under your skin, you know?” He said, taking his eyes off you a few times to glance at Jude who nodded, completely understanding his point of view. You could be so good yet the minute you left them, you were pure torture. Jude struggled to keep his head busy as he watched you dance along with Mason.
“Yea… She got us wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?” He chuckled. There was no use in denying it. They both knew the truth and honestly there were high chances you knew it too, but pretended not to. You rested your forehead against Mason’s as you swung you hips to the beat. Your legs began to hurt but you were having too much fun. Mason might not have not been the best dancer, but he wasn’t afraid to try things out— which to you was more attractive than anything else.
“Are you taking me back to your hotel room, Mount?” You asked at some point, lips against his ear as he held you close. Mason smirked, knowing you were trying to break him. But he knew this game and even if you always managed to win, he tried his best anyway.
“Would you let me?” He asked, his lips now inches away from yours. But you weren’t giving in. Of course you had thought about him under those circumstances but teasing was always the best part. Look at Jude: until he cracked and gave in everything was fun and games, then you got bored and disappeared. However, something within you told you it could be different with Mason.
“Depends… Would it be worth it?” You asked, your noses brushing against his each other. You had stopped dancing, just slowly swinging. Mason found your comebacks amusing, you were just trying to test him and he knew it.
“Come and find out yourself.” He firmly stated. He didn’t want to sound cocky nor insecure, therefore this was the best answer he could come up with. By the looks of it, it worked. You smiled and nodded. The sexual tension had been so high between the two of you, there was no reason in denying it or postponing the inevitable. Mason took your hands in his, walking away from the crowd and towards the exit. You quickly turned around to see if you could spot Christian but you met the eyes of the duo who had been staring at you the whole night. Someone else would have immediately looked away, felt embarrassed. But you didn’t. You simply smirked at them and have them a little wave before turning around and following Mason.
“Good luck for him… He’s going to need it.” João scoffed, finishing his drink and leaving it on the counter for the bartender to pick up. At least he wouldn’t have had the vision of you grinding against his teammate in front of him anymore.
“He’s going to need more than that, mate.”